There was once a zombie dog, one that owned his own dog house with electricity and television. He enjoyed watching old Hammer horror films, for obvious reasons. He also still had some nice thick fur on his head from his living days, and very much enjoyed to brush it, although he had to be careful to not pull his flesh off of his skull for it was too rotten to be handled roughly. He also liked to pelt intruders with hammers. He led a happy un-life, although he couldn't go out very much due to being a zombie, so he hired a human to act as a supplier, who would go to the nearest prison and request death row inmates for the dog's food, and who would also buy new movies for him.
The happiness would soon end, however. The neighborhood became fully aware of the undead animal, and with no regard for the fact that it was placid and only wanted to eat dangerous criminals and watch movies in peace, they marched upon the hapless beast, got into it's supply of hammers, and tried to kill it. The supplier luckily returned at this time and explained everything to the angry mob, calming them considerable and making them return to their homes. The dog invited several people over as an apology for scaring them, and had a massive marathon of his movies. They just had to cope with the smell.
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